Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Have you ever heard of this thing called Pin-ter-est?
Ok, you have? Have you ever heard of crack cocaine?
You get where I'm going with this?
So since we're all on the wagon, or off the wagon, or whichever indicates we're clearly addicted...Am I the only one who....
Doesn't pin something and just assumes that later I'll remember who pinned it. And what it was. And where it was pinned.
You pin something and it takes longer than an nth of a second and you start to think, "Oh no. Maybe it won't repin. Maybe it will get rejected and I'll never be able to pin it and then I don't know what I'll do without a pin for how to clean microfiber couches?!!!! Oh. It pinned. Approved!"
Or my favorite, that always makes me look inside myself, really get introspective...
I pin something. Another friend pins the same thing...but from a different friend! How dare they! I pinned it first! Me! I pinned it! Not HER! She got it from ME! And I got it from someone elses website...
Yeah, totally logical.
Oooh, oooh, what about getting annoyed when someone pins 7,986 quilt pictures. And then you pin 7,645 crochet pictures. Totally different when I do it. Definitely ok, then.
Hmmm...what about when you're on a pinning high.
You know, you're really flying now.
Pinning left and right.
It's all good stuff today, man, all good stuff.
And then it hits you. Like that time you took your newly paid off credit card to Target. That's right, you've just pinned 145 pins! Congratulations! Everyone now knows you neglect your kids and have no life!!
Do you ever lie to your husband and tell him you just whipped up that recipe?
Do you ever hear yourself saying, "I have a pin for that."
Have you ever had a question and completely bypassed Google and went to your "Neat Tricks" board?
My name is Kelly and I have a Pinteresting problem.
Monday, February 25, 2013
It has been an eventful month. Full of the Spirit. And as anyone who has ever dwelt with the Spirit for an extended amount of time knows...it's exhausting. In a good way.
Our wonderful neighbor was baptized on the 16th. It was...unlike anything I have ever experienced. My heart was bursting with joy. It literally hurt. You know...hurt so good (name that awful band).
I asked Cohen how this all happened. I wanted to share this with family and friends because it was just so sweet.
"Well," he said, thinking hard. "One Sunday, Logan came over to play. I told him I couldn't play because we were going to church, but I asked him to ask his mom and dad if he could come with us!" And he did!
And there you have it. Logan started coming to church with us and burrowing a special place in my heart just for him. I have never felt so much love for someone elses child. I know that sounds weird, but it's true. He's like the 5 year old I never gave birth to. He comes over to hang out during the day, even when the kids aren't home yet. He's a stud muffin.
At last years Relief Society Conference, I asked C (my sweet neighbor, I won't share her name without asking her first) if she wanted to come and watch it with me. Be my buddy. Sit by me because I was friendless ;) She was gracious enough to come.
I was worried and afraid to ask her, I'll admit it. But I had a lot of support from my husband and my Heavenly Father, the latter who encouraged me with his Spirit.
After conference, we talked out in the parking lot about what we had watched. C cried through the whole thing. She pointed at the church building and said, "That. That in there is what it's all about."
Later she told me that she had been searching and searching for this feeling. She said that she had most of the story, but what she learned during the missionary discussions and attending church "finished the story."
She had a strong testimony before even knowing anything about the Gospel. I'm so impressed with how far she's come. She's an example to me in all things. I think about what she's had to give up, and the trials she's had to endure just to become a member, and it strengthens me. And now that she is a member, she's stalwart in learning all she can. She sucks it up like a sponge. Her questions are meaningful, her comments are heart felt and filled with the spirit, and I know everyone in our ward is in love with her.
So amazing. I could go on and on. But I'm crying so I won't.
When I think about moving to Arizona, I feel like it was for this purpose. I know the Lord would have sent others into C's life, but I'm so grateful we listened to the Spirit and came to Arizona. So grateful we could watch and be a part of her miraculous conversion.
Thinking of this area, the Spirit whispers in my mind this scripture from Doctrine and Covenants Section 4:
"Now behold, a marvelous work is about to come forth among the children of men.
Therefore, oh ye that embark in the service of God, see that ye serve him with all your heart, might, mind and strength, that ye may stand blameless before God at the last day.
Therefore, if ye have desires to serve God ye are called to the work:
For behold the field is white already to harvest; and lo, he that trusteth in his sickle with his might, the same layeth up in store that he perisheth not, but bringeth salvation to his soul."
After talking with C, we discovered the hand of our Heavenly Father was working to bring us together long before we even moved here. About the time my little family was praying about where we should move (and Cohen stood up and said with quite authority that the Spirit told him Árizona') C's husband had a dream that Heavenly Father told him to bring his children to Him.
It's amazing, seeing events, like dominoes, falling into place with perfection. It has strengthened my testimony like no other experience I've had yet.
I know the Gospel is true. Even if the people struggle, we are not perfect. But the Gospel is perfect. I'm grateful for this knowledge. People, friends and family comment a lot, "You're so happy. You have such happy kids. You're marriage is so strong." And while these comments aren't always the truth, I know that what they see is the Spirit that's in us. I know that's what makes me happy. I know it's what makes my husband and children happy. And for that, I'm eternally grateful.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
"I'm trying something new today, mom? Well, alright..."
"Ummm...what, pray tell, is this stuff?"
"Oh...no...this is awful."
"Please don't make me eat more."
Sorry, son. It's for your own good. And the good of mommy's, um...mammories.
"You do know I can mess with your sleep. Seriously mess. It. Up."
Threats will get you nowhere, son.
"Why do you hate me!!!???"
Carrots. It may perhaps be his hair color, but 'tis not his choice of vegetable.
Saturday, February 02, 2013
Neffy is back?
What the WHAT?
Well, we've been busy. And by busy I mean...4 kids is A LOT more than 3. You would think that it would just be 1 more kid...but it's really like 10 more. No amount of math can account for the laundry, dishes and pure chaos.
But when we're not folding clothes and hosing down muddy kids, we're having fun.
We went to Utah back in December (is it really FEBRUARY? Crazy.)
And since we and our entire extended family were particularly naughty this year, we had to forgo Santa and go straight to the Grinch.
He was absolutely terrifying! It was awesome.
Why yes, these people are my family.
And because they're adorable, here are some pictures of my beautiful children:
While in Utah we got to visit our besties.
I'm confused about this picture. I don't know what they're all staring at and it's driving me crazy trying to remember! I'll log it away with other things I don't know...like where my car keys currently reside and why my cell phone refuses to stay charged.
This kid is seriously the best looking 3 year old.
And then we had just about the most awesome New Year's Eve EVER!
How can you not when you're partying with these "wild and cuh-razy" guys.
(P.S. Not a one of these pictures has been edited. I love them in raw glory. Ok...I'm lazy.)
My son is miserable because it's cold in Utah in the winter. Which is why we moved to Arizona. WHY ARE WE IN UTAH IN THE WINTER? WHY DIDN'T THEY COME TO ARIZONA? WHERE IT'S SUNNY AND WARM AND DELICIOUS? These are questions to which we may never know the answers...
Yes, reader, I married him! Yikes...creepy molester much? Just kidding honey! I love you.
I see my son is trying to emulate everything about his father. Including his serial killer pose.
We had some wicked Battleship games. There were many deaths/few survivors.
Pretty sure this picture is self explanatory. Kembry with a yellow nose. Of course.
And I think Chloe is the perfect end to a long and boring post. She just adds a splash of adorablness. Which is a word.